Italy had never been very fond of mirrors.
They showed a person's true nature and brought out the monster hiding inside of them.
At least, that was what Italy thought about them. He had had the same opinion about anything that showed his reflection, ever since that day.
"Can you remind me vhy you are even here in zee first place?!" the German shouted. His voice was filled with irritation.
"I'm so sorry! I j-just wanted to visit you, Doitsu! P-please, don't be angry!" Italy replied desperately. The Italian began sobbing uncontrollably, quickly ran up to the taller man, and forcefully pulled him into an embrace, "I'm s-sorry…"
The German gazed down at the helpless Italian as he cried into his chest.
I should probably apologize to him…
"Please forgive me, Italy. I guess I vas a little harsh on you…" Germany said with a sigh. A hint of regret could be heard in his voice.
Italy looked up at Germany, a slight look of confusion painted on his face, "Wait, so you're not angry at me? R-really?"
"Ja, I'm not angry at you. Just don't break into my house vithout my permission anymore!" the German said sternly.
The Italian instantly stopped sobbing. His face was quickly replaced with his normal, cliched smile, "Yay! Doitsu isn't angry at me~!"
Italy hesitantly removed his arms from the taller man and continued to grin at him cheerfully.
"Vell, since you're already here, I guess zat it vhould be alright to let you stay at my house for a vhile…" Germany stated softly.
"Ve~ Okay, Doitsu~!" Italy chirped happily.
"If you need anything, I vill be resting in my bedroom. It's been a long day and I'm very tired."
"Okay!"
The German casually walked into one of the many rooms in his house, and quickly shut the door. He probably won't be coming out any time soon, the Italian thought.
As soon as Germany had closed the door, Italy's smile faltered.
I really wanted to spend time with Doitsu… But I guess that won't be happening…
The poor country suddenly felt an urge to cry again.
"Doitsu… Why do you keep avoiding me?" the Italian said sadly. Tears began to well up in his eyes, and before he knew it, he was already sobbing again.
Wait… I shouldn't cry here… Doitsu might hear me…
"Where should I go…?" the man asked to no one in particular.
Wait… I could go in the bathroom!
Italy hastily searched the house, until he eventually found the bathroom. He sluggishly stumbled into the room and locked the door.
The second the Italian locked the door, he fell to his knees and continued to cry in the closed space for at least twenty minutes.
Doitsu, I keep trying to get your attention but you never listen to me! Why do you keep doing this…?
The young man would've weeped in the bathroom for at least an hour longer, had he not heard the devilish voice, "Feli~"
"W-what…?" the country choked weakly as he removed his hands from his face to see where the source of the voice had come from.
"W-who's there?"
"I'm up here, Feli~" the voice continued.
Feliciano slowly rose up on his feet. There was a mirror directly in front of him. Nothing too odd about that, right? The only problem with it was the reflection.
"Ahhhh!" he wobbled backwards, "You're n-not me!"
"Of course I'm not, you bastard." the reflection replied rudely.
The person in the mirror was practically the same as Feliciano. The only differences were his hair, eyes, and skin. Not to mention his attitude. His skin was a bit darker than Italy's, he had deep, purple eyes, and his hair was also a much darker shade than usual.
"If you really are tired of that bastard acting like an asshole to you, why don't you just kill him?" the man said casually.
"W-what?! I couldn't possibly do that!" Feliciano exclaimed.
What?! Why would I want to kill Doitsu?!
"Oh, come on, don't lie to me. You know you want to kill him." the reflection stated evilly. His face was coated with a smirk.
No… no… Why would I kill Doitsu? How could I even make myself do it? It would be so, so easy to do, though…
"Just as I thought, you really do want to kill that bastard, right?"
Yes, it would be so very simple to do…
"If you really are going to murder him, then I applaud you."
That pathetic bastard… I'll show him how I really feel!
"I'm going to do it." Feliciano said coldly.
"Good choice." the reflection stated as he disappeared from the mirror entirely.
Italy began chuckling. It started out quiet; so quiet that is was almost inaudible, but in no time at all he was laughing as loud as was possible.
"I'm going to kill you, Doitsu~" Feliciano whispered devilishly.
This will be fun...